Caught

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"Shannon I am so sorry, I shouldn't have left you here alone knowing he'd come back here looking for me." Harry's eyes are beginning to gloss over however no tears fall.

"Why?" I try to say but my emotions don't allow another word.

I begin crying and Harry hugs me into his arms whispering "shhh" into my hair. This is not what I expected to happen my first night of a new school. Although I also hadn't expected to have a boy as a roommate.

"Why was he looking for you?"i manage to say between sobs. I've calmed down slightly from Harry rocking me in his arms. His muscled frame may seem to be uncomfortable, however I feel as if I've known his touch my whole life.

"Well, before I came back to the room earlier me and him had gotten into an argument about something about... something personal and I maybe threw a punch or two at him.."

"Oh" is all I can think to say. I would ask what the personal stuff that caused the argument was however it isn't any of my business, it's Harry's. I guess it kind of is my business now that I think of it because just a few minutes ago I was about to be raped or worse. I shudder at the thought.

"I should go." I stop sobbing and look up at him, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks one after another . "Really I need to stay away from you, trust me." he picks me up and lays me on the bed the just walks out the door, leaving me soaked with tears alone in our dark now seemingly empty dorm.

...

I walk towards my first class, which just so happens to be History, I hate history. I'm planning on not paying any attention during this class I actually plan on thinking about what Harry could have possibly meant,

'I need to stay away from you'

What the hell does that even mean, why does he need to stay away from me? Did I do or say something? Oh my god, do I smell!? My first actual "friend" if I can call him that has this sudden urge to keep distance from me. Great I must really suck at this social thing.

I walk into my History classroom and almost every seat is taken. My eyes scan the room and fall upon one empty desk in the far back center row. I take long strides as I approach the desk, I sit between a cute blonde haired boy with baggy black pants and tattoos covering his arms uncovered from his white t-shirt. Then on my other side a boy wearing a tight black tank top and black skinny jeans with tattoos covering the top of his chest and his arms. When he turns his face I freeze in my tracks... it's Harry.

"Fuck." I hear him mumble under his breath as I take my seat, waiting for class to begin. Begging each time the door opens for the teacher to show up.

Sneaking quick glances at Harry causes me to check my own outfit. I'm wearing a black strapless dress that falls just before my knees with a silver zipper up the front and a white cardigan on top along with black converse high top sneakers covering my feet. I recall what my old friend Kaitlin used to call this dress 'the easy access dress' I laugh to myself remembering how easy going life was before everything started to go downhill and my friendships slowly ceased to exist.

Harry glances at me just long enough for me to catch him. I turn my head to him and our eyes lock immediately. He lowers this eyes and turns away whispering "freak".

"Excuse me?" I say loud enough for him and the blonde boy on my other side to here. He turn with a confused look on his face and I give him a small smile and turn back to Harry.

"Don't fucking talk to me." Harry growls with teeth gritted and eyes focused at the board at the front of the classroom.

"Whatever. " I say and glance at the clock, thirty minutes have past since class was supposed to begin and the teacher has still failed to show up. I can feel Harry's eyes still locked on me, I begin to tense and my hands start to get clammy as his harsh gaze remains.

Finally the door flies open slamming into the wall and a mumbling wobbly older man falls through the entrance. "Sorry about the inconvenience, I cannot teach class today." His words slur making it obvious that he's wasted. What a lovely school.

"No shit." The blonde boy says under his breathe however the whole class turns around to look at him including the teacher.

"What was that Niall?" My drunk history teacher slurs from his mouth. Before giving the blonde boy a chance to respond he's says, "Dismissed, you have the rest of the days classes off."

With a light cheer from the class everyone gets up to leave, except me. I want to put as much distance between me and Harry as possible, he needs to be far down the hall by the time I get out of here.

I plan to go back to our dorm and take a long needed nap making up for the loss of sleep from the previous night. Wait, our dorm.... shit. I can't go back there, but Harry had never returned last night, so maybe he's found somewhere else to stay.

I walk into the room to find Harry asleep in his bed only in his boxers, why. He seems to have kicked the thin white sheet off of him since the sheet is bunched up at the bottom of the bed. I pray he doesn't wake up as I place my books on my desk and begin to undress.

Quickly unzipping my dress and letting it pool at my ankles. I step out of it and go to my dresser in search for a t-shirt and shorts.

I find a loose Eagles concert shirt and black leggings, good enough. I turn around and Harry is staring at me wide eyed.

"Do you mind?" I pester and he blinks away from his killer gaze.

"Oh, sorry I um.."

"Save it." I say climbing into bed and pulling the covers up over my chilled body. Harry's gaze had sent chills up my spine and I can't seem to shake them.

"Nice shirt."

I fall asleep and I begin to dream...

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